Fully Licenced Brothel

by Holocron

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Human, Anon, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Comedy
Length: 4153

A nice story of a human going to a pony brothel

Your name is Anon, a normal human living in Equestria.
While living in a world full of few humans and many ponies, your tastes for the opposite gender had changed slightly. So what do you do when you are looking for someone to be with?
You visit a brothel.
Commission for Luna117

Published 2015-10-18 15:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-10-18 15:10:01 UTC

Hooves, Mouths, Ropes, and Pleasure

Your name is Anon, one of many humans who have made a life in Equestria. After hearing rumors about it, you decide to save up a fairly large about of bits to go to the Canterlot Brothel. Though frowned upon back on Earth, Equestria's cutie mark dictated society encourages prostitution if the mare's, or sometimes stallion's, cutie mark and therefore talent is in having sex and offer a chance to make a career from it.

Walking down the cobblestone streets of Canterlot, you enjoy the sights around you. Canterlot is similar, if not the same, as any major city you have seen back on Earth, except for all the residents being ponies; in Canterlot's case, mostly unicorns in fancy clothing. You spy a few humans here and there, many closing the shops and stores they work at for the night. Celestia's Sun is sinking slowly into the west, and Luna's large Moon was slowly rising in the opposite direction; the street lights are igniting and the air is becoming cooler. Turning a corner, and walking down the decently lit alleyway, you arrive at the brothel; the Magic Box.

Taking a deep breath, and gulping your last bits of courage, you push on the large doors, opening both at once. The inside of the Magic Box was cleaner than expected. Wall to wall velvet carpets, large mosaics of generic stallions having sex with mares, and a large desk at the front, only a massive curtain to the side of it.

"Welcome to the Magic Box!" A small voice called. Looking down, you see a small pink-purple earth mare sitting at the counter. "May I help you?"

Struggling a little, but nervously, you tell her you're here to pay for a session with a mare.

"Sure!" The happy mare reached down and pulled out an album book. Opening it up, the album shows to have pictures of mares. "We have quite the selection of mares, and stallion that are more than capable of handling all your needs. The more expensive ones are in the back. Also, I am legally required to tell you that all our employees are healthy, disease free, and all taking the most modern and effective form of birth control. We offer a fully money back guarantee if you are not completely satisfied, and finally we offer are currently offering a small discount to any human customers." You tilt your head a little in confusion, and ask why that is. "We at the Magic Box have been made aware of the recent influx of humans who now live in Equestria and would like any reviews a human customer can offer." She points at the album. "We list our employees from inexpensive to expensive, but price does not always mean quality. So feel free to go through our album here, and select what you would like."

Picking up the album, you peer through the selection. Feeling the weight of the bag of bits in your pocket, you knew you could afford a much more expensive mare; and that discount didn't sound too bad either. Flipping to the back pages, one mare caught your eye; a grey batmare with a light blue mane, devilish fang-toothed grin, and a soul piercing golden eyes. Putting the album down, you select the exotic looking batmare.

"Oh Mistress!" The desk mare replied, punching numbers in the register. "With your human discount, that will be 500 bits for the hour, or 1,500 for the night." Taking the bag out, and plopping it on the counter, the mare picks it up, gives it a shake, and puts it back down. "The night it is, just head through the curtain to room 183 and she will meet you there."

Nodding with a small smile, you walk pass the curtain and make your way down the hall. Following the signs posted along the red walls, you can tell the Magic Box has well over 200 rooms. Prostitution related cutie marks must be a common thing or something. Walking passed all the doors, counting the numbers, you hear no noise from any of the rooms; only a strange type of elevator music. Soundproof rooms maybe? Finally reaching room 183, you knock on the door. But because it would be impossible to hear whatever is coming from the room, you turn the knob; finding the door unlocked, you walk in.

"Welcome." Called a voice that nearly stopped your heart from its direct, yet sweet sound. Entering the room, you see the grey batmare you paid for. Looking her over, you can see her chest area, along with parts of her arms, legs, and hooves are covered in black latex. Her devil horn, heart shaped cutie mark. And the whips at her sides only add to her dominating look. "My name is Mistress, thank you for selecting me." Her smile is devious, yet almost innocent. "How would you like me to serve you?" Turning around, Mistress swishes her blue tail back and forth, giving small hint peeks at her grey horse pussy. "I can be the submissive slut of your dreams. What would you like?"

Taking another deep breath and swallowing another ounce of courage, you tell her you don't want to be dominate, but the one being dominated. You want Mistress to be the sadistic mare that sexually tortures and belittles him with her body. Mistress smiles and gestures you to the center of the room. Leaning against your ear, you can feel her breath kissing your cheek. "Get out of those cloths, and on your knees. Then I can give my new toy a fun time." As instructed, you get on your knees and wait for Mistress to make the next move.

The mare touches your forehead, her gaze penetrating your very core. Your breath quickens and your body becomes sensitive. Was it because you were being pressed on? To be Mistress’s toy? Whatever it was, you were getting hard from the mere thoughts. Mistress throws her head back and laughs as you give up any decently and start masturbating, “Really? Is that it? After being under my gaze for so long, you try to make a stand and fail, like this?! Pathetic.”

Pushing you on your back, Mistress steps one hoof onto your chest. The shoe on her hoof is flat but hard, pushing painfully against your chest. She looks down at you, watching with an entertained expression while her right hoof traces idle circles over her puffy equine sex. You can’t help but enjoy the situation, pinned under the sexy mare and restrained by her hoof. Mistress smirks and taunts, “So what am I to do you with you? I want you to submit, not become a bound and unwilling slave.”

She reaches down to pinch one of your erect nipples, “Though I’m sure you’d enjoy the restraint and humiliation... I suppose I’ll just have to punish you for your transgression and hope you’ve learned your lesson. Now I’m not letting you go until you get me off or suffocate, so I hope you have a talented tongue!”

For a brief, confused moment you wonder what she means, but then your hands and legs are swiftly hog-tied together with her whip. Mistress is so quick at her task that she finishes before your dumbstruck mind gets a handle on the situation. You’re utterly helpless to resist this mare’s whims, and the best you can do to resist her would be to roll on your side. It would be a hopelessly futile gesture, and you resolve to deal with whatever is to come without showing any fear or remorse.

The view is blocked out by Mistress’s curvy shadow as she steps over your head, dripping sweet-smelling mare fluids onto your face. An inch at a time, she lowers herself down, and her sex dripping anxiously. The fluid-slicked lips get closer and closer to your own, dripping more and more moisture from the excited mare’s passage onto your neck. Plunging down with violent force, she slams her hungry twat against your face, smearing you from chin to nose with mare-juice.

Mistress’s well-manicured hoof rubbed your head, totally blocking your view while her pussy continues to block your airflow. Knowing that you’ve no choice but to get her off, you struggle with arousal of your own from the crude restraint. You open wide and plunge your tongue inside her, tasting her sweet yet tangy fluids and feeling the oddly-textured interior of her passage.

Mistress moans out, “Oooh good fuck-toy, eat out your mistress' box! How does it feel to suffocate on submission and fragrant mare-cunt?”

Rocking her hips, she grinds herself into you, enhancing her stimulation as you begin to run out of breath. With a mix of frantic sexual need and desire for oxygen, you lash your tongue around inside her, tilting your head slightly to rub your nose against her clit. Your efforts pay off, and the mare’s taunts die off into moans and gasps that you would think were cute, were you not being smothered in dripping mare-box.

Though you’re too far gone to realize it, your eyes are slowly rolling back as your vision goes black. Copious mare fluids fill your mouth while Mistress gets off on riding your face. Coughing and sputtering out her sexual fluids, you fight back to consciousness, humiliated and aroused beyond measure.

Your throbbing dick is twitching and dripping pre-cum, on the edge of orgasm. The perverse sexuality fills you with need, but Mistress only smirks and puts her hoof against your cheek, shoving your face into the sex-fluid-filled mud. She mutters, “It looks like you managed to save a few brain-cells this time slut. Because you’ve been so disobedient you don’t get to cum with me. You can lay here and ache for sex for a few hours I think.”

Her whip uncurls itself from around you, but by some trick, you’re unable to separate your limbs and free yourself. Mistress snickers and gives your rump a crack with her whip before sauntering off, leaving you to lie there, growing more and more sexually frustrated. Eventually you doze off into a sort of half-sleep, dreaming of being dominated as the mare’s fluids dry on your face.

When you broach the idea of submitting to your fetish queen, delight washes across Mistress’s face. Before another word can be spoken, she lashes out with her whip (where did she get that from?) and catches you around the neck with the taut cord, yanking hard enough to drag you to the ground and make you sputter for air. The shining leather slides off as soon as your hands hit the ground, but the mare is already standing above you, pushing on you with her stiletto-like heels to roll you aside.

“That’s a better place for a useless little boy like you, down in the dirt where you belong,” the mare declares, pacing back and forth. She crouches next to you and whispers in your ear, “The safe word is 'apple', you pitiful pig.”

You nod meekly, awed by the mare dominatrix’s imposing, self-assured aura of command.

“Bend over, slut,” Mistress Commands, cracking the whip in the air.

You start to stand up, but Mistress again lashes out with her whip, striking you across the back four or five times. It’s hard to keep count through the pain. Stinging welts rise on your smooth, cerulean skin, and a heady thrill runs through your groin. You’re totally stiff by the time she finishes the punishment, and it’s plainly visible to the cruel mare above.

Scowling down at you, Mistress commands, “Pets don’t get to sit up - they roll over in the mud and crawl on your hands and knees like the beasts they are. Remember that, Clop Inspiration. You aren’t a person.” Her whip lightly smacks your hip. “You’re a pet.” SMACK! “A slave.” CRACK! “Property.” SNAP!

You mewl pathetically under the blows but do your best to present yourself as ordered, rolling over and climbing up. Worse still, your excitement is showing in more ways than one. Your hardness is easily visible to anyone who knows where to look, and the mare definitely knows where to look.

Mistress smirks and asks, “Does my slut like it when I play rough? Or did you just get hard when you realized how right I am? There’s no shame in enjoying your situation, pet. After all, animals are there to please their owners.” She strokes your obscenely long, brown mane with an unfamiliar gentleness. It’s like a pleasant balm after the rough whipping, and you find yourself leaning into it, accepting the demeaning affection just to feel something that doesn’t hurt.

“Good boy,” the mare coos as she begins to undress you, keeping you on the ground the whole time. “Let’s get you out of these pesky clothes. Good pets are naked, and I can see how hard you’re trying to be a good pet.” Her hooves dances across your cock with ticklishly-soft touches before gently squeezing your nutsack, savoring your state. You groan out loud at the sudden sensation, and a bead of pre-cum has begun to form on your flare. The crystal-clear droplet of congealed lust slowly begins to dangle down, connected for a few seconds by a string of moisture before it snaps and disappears into the dirt.

“Oh, pet is dripping?” Mistress wonders aloud as she stands and pivots, immediately taking a seat on your back. “Perhaps pet is feeling a little pent up.” She loops the whip around your neck and tugs slightly, enough to make you realize that she could control you’re breathing right now, if she wanted to. The damnable magic of that whip has your blood boiling, and the erotic tingle of the treated leather against your smooth skin doesn’t help. Another drop falls, and you start to answer, “Yes...”

The word is choked off as soon as it started. Mistress lectures, “Pet, that isn’t how you speak! If you’re going to be more than a useless submissive, you need to learn how to communicate. Now, if you want me to ease that pressure, you can mewl like a cat or bark like a dog once for yes. Do it twice for no, and we can try something that will really break you?” The crushing pressure around your windpipe is relaxed, and you are given a chance to respond.

...Arf...Arf...

After giving your rather pathetic sounding answer, Mistress presses her hoof in a near stomping action against your chest. “That was such a sad way to respond. But I’ll teach you how to properly speak.” She then leans against you and murmurs, “What should I do first to my slutty, fuck-hungry pet?” Her tongue flicks your ear like a snake tasting its prey.

Her hoof traces along the rim of the shaft. Pulsing and hungry you grunt a little as a portion of pre-cum begins to form, slipping down from the cumslit. Your dominating companion leans forward, catching it with her tongue before it slides down your shaft, and snapping it back into her mouth. A light smile tugs at the edge of her lips in turn. “This pathetic cock seems to be of some use,” she muses. Her hooves slip away from your chest and stroke along the length of your prick instead. Once more her tongue touches the head of your prick, dragging up from the bottom and across your cumhole before flicking calmly off the top. Then her lips touch you.

You nearly melt. You’ve never had a blowjob before. You’ve kissed lips, though they were all human lips, had them brush across your cheek. You know what lips feel like. The ones resting on the top of your cock have a softness, and a fullness to them you can barely process. Moaning once again, your hands struggle behind you. With your cock occupying Mistress’s mouth, all you want your hands to do is to move forward to stroke through her mane and encourage her.

“Down!” Mistress says to you, gently biting down on your cock shaft to stop your struggles. “You are mine to play with, and I will use you as a good pet.” You respond the most well-spoken way you can at the moment, namely by panting slightly. Still, the thought of letting those mare lips act upon you is appealing. You can’t come up with any compelling reasons to disobey her desires. Apparently satisfied with your passive inaction, Mistress returns her attentions to your cock, dragging those lush, gorgeous lips over your head and letting all of the sensitive flesh feel and grow enamored with them.

To your regret, they soon slip away. To your delight, they move to the side of your member, dragging her mouth up and down the side of your prick while her hoof rubs to the tip. She opens up her warm maw enough that her tongue can press against your shaft. You think of all the times you’ve had to jerk yourself off at home and wish that you had at least had just this much more to aid you. Even without entering her, the glossy slide of her pillowy cocksuckers create uncontrollable and desperate throbbing from your cock, alive with a need it only just developed. More pre-cum rises out of your prick, practically bubbling in its eagerness to be devoured.

Mistress fulfills its desire. Her flawless lips slide back up along the shaft, dragging themselves with a tauntingly slow speed up to the perverse summit of the cock she climbs. Her lower lip stops at the bottom of your head but the top presses onwards. She takes the leaked pre-cum into her awaiting mouth and more, her lip rising until she engulfs the tip of your prick. You enter her mouth with a wet, messy noise. Spit drips down your shaft. Those lush, flawless midnight lips that you had so adored grinding against your side close around you, and it is better than you hoped. The wet warmth, the pinching suction, and the overwhelming softness make you shudder, and all the while her tongue lashes dominantly across your cock.

You find yourself obsessing over those lips, picturing them in your mind when you are forced to lean back and blur your vision in your pleasure. You stare at nothing in particular – at the walls, the ceilings, and as you do you imagine them, pulling at your dick and sucking it into her mouth, their grey flawless curved in an obscene O. You can imagine them engulfing and pulling on your prick so vividly, and their image is so perfectly formed and dominant in your mind that it is hard to think about anything else. It is as though those gorgeous grey lips are sucking directly on your mind – but then, given how much the needs of your perverted member dominate your every action, perhaps they are.

Mistress bobs deeper, moving her head rougher. You enter her throat a few times before it becomes a far more frequent and rapid occurrence. It’s difficult to remember that you’re simply laying down on the rugged floor, as the aggressive facefuck greatly resembles an uncontrolled rut. The act is all hers, assertively controlling your crotch with her mouth and using you for her own needs, recklessly slurping and coating your cock in her spit. She less fellates your prick than mounts it, treating her mouth as a slut’s hungry cunt and aggressively claiming your crotch as a dildo for her needs. In the back of your mind you remember, though. It’s not the sex she wants from you. It’s your cum.

Your mouth gapes in a deep and struggling moan, your body shaking as you lean back and let loose. The heat of your cum surges up the length of your prick and into Mistress’s sucking, swallowing maw. Your prick becomes a delivery device for your thick spooge squeezed into submission by her, gorgeous, grey, full, plush... you can barely process them. They’re formed in your mind with such impossible perfection and desire. You long for them, ache for them, your entire body bucking and twisting with a desire to please the lips that curl around your base, engulfing your prick and using you, feasting on you. More, you have to cum more, you have to keep giving her everything you have. You’re not even certain if you are cumming anymore, your mind locked in the brain-wiping haze of orgasm...

With a pop, Mistress pulls your lowering cock from her mouth, swallowing down the last bits of your cum. "You seemed to enjoy this didn't you?" You couldn't answer, your mind is dulled by the near perfect orgasm, and your eyes grow heavy. "Oh? Does my pet need a rest?" Her hooves now gently rubbing your cheek. There's a comforting warmth in her touch. You only want her to use you more and more. You try to struggle, but Mistress's hoof presses against your chest. "No no pet, you have me for the night. So go and nap. When you wake, then I'll show you a time to remember."

You awaken to find yourself carefully and comfortably tucked into the bed in Mistress's room. There's no way to tell how much time has passed, it could've been anywhere between a few to several hours. Hopefully you didn't sleep through your session. Feeling the comfortable sheets and blanket, you could tell you're still naked and there was a furry weight on your side. Tilting your head downwards, you see Mistress resting comfortably against you.

“Hello there.” Mistress looks up at you, giving you a nice peek on the cheek. “You ready for the next round?” Not sure how much time you had left, you silently nod. Getting up, Mistress stood on top of you. “Just lie back and enjoy.”

Mistress gives a hungry growl as she crawls up your body until her lower lips reach your prick. Warm wetness slides along your length as the mare gets you slick and wet with her saliva. It has quite the effect on you, turning your cock back into a hard trembling pleasure-center. You sigh, enjoying the attention but more than ready to release your pent-up sexual need into the willing mare.

Mistress turns about, dragging her wet gash across you and giving you a nice view of her plump butt-cheeks. The smooth pad of her hooves and arms squeezes around you as she lifts you up, positioning your cock against her marehood. She grinds against your shaft, her folds slowly parting to take you. Slowly, inch after inch of dickflesh sinks into her amazingly elastic yet tight pussy. Her body visibly stretches around you. Moaning in a faint pleasure, Mistress easily slips the rest of the way down, bottoming out her sopping-wet fuck-tunnel.

You gasp in pain and surprise as Mistress nips at your neck a little. The noisy squelching of her cunt fucking you draws your attention back to your groin. Your body begins thrusting up to meet her, finally understanding it’s on the receiving end of a passionate screw. Your nipples burn with pain as the mare twists and pulls on them, abusing them. Pleasure and pain mix together, overwhelming you, reducing your world to little more than the slap of genital against genital and the painful torture happening to your chest. Mistress plays your body like a fiddle, keeping you near the edge as she noisily orgasms over your shaft again and again. You can tell she’s starting to tire, so you begin to pick up the tempo. She whispers softly, “Go ahead pet, cream my honeypot until I can barely walk. You’ve earned it!”

That’s all the encouragement you need. Your two balls twitch powerfully, venting their contents, releasing a jet of hot cum into the mare. Mistress wriggles happily from the impact inside her. Rope after rope of your cum paints the inside of her canal, and the happy mare only grinds her hips for more. “You did a good job, pet.” Mistress said, removing herself from your cock. A sudden draft of cold air blows across your suddenly released member, making you shiver. You look over at Mistress, watching your seed run down her thighs as she primps her hair and does a quick touch-up of her coat and tail.

She finishes up and blows you a kiss, “We can cuddle again if you’d like. We have a couple more hours.” You lie there, recovering from the intense sex. After a little while you manage to get up and redress, but the scent of horny mare will stay with you for hours. When your time with Mistress finally comes to an end, the mare gets up, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Please be sure to leave a good review. And please, be sure to choose me again.”